Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.